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Peut-être vous recherchez un emplacement française au sujet de plastique, si ainsi ; désolé.

If you are here in search of information on mouldable explosives or an obscure DC character, I suggest you try Wikipedia.

However if you are looking for crap poetry of a socio-political nature, look no further...
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FCC


Fuck Car Culture!
We make the street,
a treat for those that go by feet,
whether you pedal a bike or hike,
where cars are at that's where we strike!
Whether it's the exhaust pipe we block,

or put glue in the lock, it's car culture we mock;
slashing tires, cutting wires, whatever it requires,
to fuck cars up!
Wherever you go to, where there's scratches on the duco,
made by you know who…
The Fuck Cars Crew!

Fuck Car Culture!
We smell an end to Mercedes-Benz;
we're going to trouble your BMW;
we're going to maim your beautiful Daimler;
reconsider your Mitsubishi, ride a bike it's not so squishy.
Cause you're going to rust to dust for what you done to us, cause when you go by bike or bus there is no justice, just motor motivated lust you cannot trust but we've got it sussed.
It's about the sources of petroleum, and who's controlling them, so in the interests of petro-chem, the US is patrolling them, under the guise of anti-terrorism; which is nothing new.
And that's why I'm a member of the Fuck Cars Crew!

Fuck Car Culture!

We put the blame on Henry Ford whose Taylorisation, keeps us bored; cheap crappy cars are all that we can afford, so motor safety is ignored and millions dead is our reward.
The modern city is cut to bits cause feet and cars just don't mix.
We've sold our space for a car culture fix with kids getting their hick kicks copying car action flicks or cruising for chicks with burn out tricks. Not to mention other obvious relationships between cars and dicks.
It's such a pity when a gritty car addicted city is considered pretty when it's public transport is so shitty.
It is mendacity, when paucity poses as audacity, when your town has reached it's car capacity.
In the battle for the mind, you'll find that terror undefined has been refined and designed to bind our kind in cages, luxury lined, to which we remain blind.
It's the culture that cars spew, which is terrorism by the few, against us all that's me and you, there's nothing left to say or do but hook up with
the Fuck Cars Crew!

Beware of the Consumer Paradigm


You are NOT your job…
You've got to stand in line,
Get your shoes to shine,
Get to work by nine,
Just to sell your time.
All to maintain
The consumer paradigm.

Shop, shop, shop til you drop;
Shut up and shop!

We have to question why we should work - consume - die, and the media big lie that our work can buy a piece of pie-in-the-sky of a system whose time is nigh.
You cannot deny that excess supply causes investors to sigh, and to keep prices high they will comply that bulk dumping apply, whilst starving people DIE.

Why, why, why should they die;
To keep prices high!



You are NOT the clothes you wear…
Tiger Woods can mime,
The corporate line,
For his shiny dime,
But his t-shirt design,
Is a another bad sign,
That he's a fashion victim,
Of the consumer paradigm.

Shop, shop,
Shop til you drop;
Shut up and shop!

Just don't forget, that the clothes made from sweat are part of the net of Third World debt that the jet-set beget without regret.
In fact they bet on dry or wet and what they'll get, for a market upset.
The kid that wove your carpet or rolled your cigarette will never get to learn their alphabet in case they get upset at being a sponsored pet you can buy on cassette, and then forget.

Buy, buy buy; buy 'til you cry;
Work, consume, die!



You are NOT your Grande latte…
If you look behind the fine wine,
With which you dine,
You will divine,
The reason and rhyme,
To the market sublime,
Is it's ultimate connection,
To the consumer paradigm.

Shop, shop, shop til you drop;
Shut up and shop!

Where's you coffee from? Does it smell of freedom, or is it from a bomb dominated kingdom with a pogrom against the condom?
We have to question, more than electoral boredom when the poll is run in tandem, with some seemingly random world menacing phantom like Saddam.
We have to awaken, aware the bacon we've been making has been taken, by book-baking hand-shaking and corporate faking, covered by media muck-raking,
But we are not forsaken, we can get them shaking.

Strike, strike, strike; strike for the right;
To live how you like!



You are NOT your bank account…
The corporate design,
Is to malign the benign,
To make it a crime,
And give you a fine,
If you ever try to challenge,
The consumer paradigm.

Shop, shop,
Shop til you drop;
Shut up and shop!

The middle class presumption of salvation through consumption, relies on the assumption of a media malfunction that misses the junction between systemised wage reduction and capitalist over-production.
You can buy a t-shirt but not the solution to global pollution, when the world financial institution lacks a democratic constitution and reform stifles revolution.
Cause we don't need a globalised market correction but a total cross-cultural insurrection!

Try, try, try; try for the sky;
Give it a try!